Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
He lets my hair go, and looks to Yolanda. “But she’ll deliver the same message. You want the broken one, you can have her. I’m not lettin’ this one go, however, until you pass me that one and the cash.”
No.
They can’t do that.
Koda releases Yolanda and she shakes her head, stepping back. Two men grab her by the arms, and drag her to the side, shuffling through her coat pockets until they come out with a massive bundle of cash. The man counts it, and then nods.
“Do we have a deal?” Mason asks. “You take her, and the cash, and give me my girl back.”
“We have a deal, but you can drop your guns first,” Blondie says.
No.
They’re not going to do this.
No way in hell.
Yolanda is a lot of things, but she’s my sister, and damned if I will sit back and be as cold and as heartless as her.
I’ll never allow it.
Never.
Not for a single second.
So I move without warning. Blondie is paying attention to Mason, and not to me. I slam my head backwards, smashing into his nose. He roars and the gun falls from his hands. I turn around, not sure how my body is still functioning, and I smash my bound fists into his nose again, sending him toppling to the ground.
He’s roaring in pain.
Hell breaks loose.
Blood spurts from his nose. Gunshots are fired. Someone is grabbing me.
There’s blood everywhere.
And yelling.
And I’m being dragged out.
I have no more fight left in me.
The moment I’m out of the house, with whoever is holding me, my legs give way.
I’m swung up into a set of arms, and a voice fills my ears, husky and warm, “Stupid, stubborn, strong girl.”
Mason.
He’s got me.
“I’m not the same monster she is, Mason. And I never will be. I’m sorry,” I croak, before my eyes start fluttering closed.
“No,” Mason murmurs, and I’m not sure if it’s a dream, or if it’s really happening. “You most certainly are not. Brave, beautiful girl.”
Then everything in my world goes black.
And my body finally stops fighting.
~*~*~*~
SASKIA
I wake to the beeping sounds of a machine.
For a moment, distress fills my body and I think that I’m still with them.
The monsters.
But after a few terrifying seconds, I realize I’m in a bed, and I’m warm, and there are machines around me.
I’m in a hospital.
Mason came for me.
He came for me after everything.
And he saved me.
He saved me.
Panic quickly returns when I remember the gunshots, and the blood, and I immediately fear for the lives of the other bikers there.
Did any of them get hurt?
Or worse?
My heart starts racing, and I can hear the machine start to beep more rapidly. My eyes start to clear, and my vision becomes less blurry, and I see a woman walking into the room, her eyes on me. She’s wearing a light blue uniform, and stops at the side of my bed, staring down at me. “Hi there,” she says, reaching over and clipping something onto my finger, “how are you feeling?”
I blink a few times, then in a croaky voice I say, “I’m mostly numb. What...what happened to me?”
Well. I know what happened to me. But I mean, how bad is it.
She doesn’t know that, and starts rambling, “We’re not sure. You were brought in by some local,” she looks left, then right, “bikers...they said you had been attacked by an ex-boyfriend. They didn’t know where he was, refused to talk to police. Scary men, they were. We suspect they had something to do with it...”
“They didn’t,” I croak, as quickly as I can. “They had nothing to do with anything. They’d not hurt me. Are...are they here?”
“Well, yes, they haven’t left. We took you right into surgery, you had some substantial injuries, broken bones, internal bleeding, and a lot of cuts and bruises.”
Yeah.
I remember the pain my body endured at the hands of those assholes.
“Can I see them, please?”
“The bikers?” She asks, scrunching her nose up a little. “Well, yes, but I need to have you looked at before I can allow visitors in here.”
I don’t know why she’s so shocked that I’d want to see them.
No wonder they spend so much time at the club house, people are judgy assholes.
The doctor comes in, and checks me over, telling me that the pain medication from surgery will wear off soon, and I’ll be sore, but that they think I’ll make a full recovery. When he’s done, they finally go and let whoever is out there waiting, in.
Mason is the first one to walk through the door, and the moment I see him, my heart pounds. It just pounds.
Everything about him sparks me to life.
And I ache.
Everywhere.
Behind him is Malakai and Amalie, followed by Maverick and Scarlett.
I don’t move my eyes off Mason, though, until he reaches the bed and leans in, getting close and murmuring, “Tell me you’re fuckin’ okay. Two words. I’m okay.”